The keypad clicked and the door creaked open. Hana’s eyes widened in fear and she half sat up. “Who is it?”
Michael poked his head around the door. “Just seeing how you feel,” he said, his eyes roving over her torso. Hana sank under the sheets.
“I’m fine. I don’t need anything.”
Michael ventured further into the room, a curious sadness hanging around him like a shroud. “I know you’re pregnant,” he said, standing next to the bed. “It’ll be fine.”
Hana snorted and pulled the sheets around her so the outline of her legs resembled a mermaid’s tail. “Is that your professional opinion or a lucky guess?”
“Both.” Michael smiled. “I envy my little brother right now.” Hana cringed and gave him a warning glare. Michael laughed. “You’ve nothing to fear from me, Hana,” he said, his tone light. “I
